Chapter Chapter 23 · 第23章

. The man-servant William came and set the chairs for the maids, and

presently they filed in. First Christina’s maid, then the cook, then

the housemaid, then William, and then the coachman. I sat opposite

them, and watched their faces as Theobald read a chapter from the

Bible. They were nice people, but more absolute vacancy I never saw

upon the countenances of human beings.

Theobald began by reading a few verses from the Old Testament,

according to some system of his own. On this occasion the passage came

from the fifteenth chapter of Numbers: it had no particular bearing

that I could see upon anything which was going on just then, but the

spirit which breathed throughout the whole seemed to me to be so like

that of Theobald himself, that I could understand better after hearing

it, how he came to think as he thought, and act as he acted.

The verses are as follows—

“But the soul that doeth aught presumptuously, whether he be born in

the land or a stranger, the same reproacheth the Lord; and that soul

shall be cut off from among his people.

“Because he hath despised the word of the Lord, and hath broken His

commandments, that soul shall be utterly cut off; his iniquity shall be

upon him.

“And while the children of Israel were in the wilderness they found a

man that gathered sticks upon the Sabbath day.

“And they that found him gathering sticks brought him unto Moses and

Aaron, and unto all the congregation.

“And they put him in ward because it was not declared what should be

done to him.

“And the Lord said unto Moses, the man shall be surely put to death;

all the congregation shall stone him with stones without the camp.

“And all the congregation brought him without the camp, and stoned him

with stones, and he died; as the Lord commanded Moses.

“And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying,

“Speak unto the children of Israel, and bid them that they make them

fringes in the borders of their garments throughout their generations,

and that they put upon the fringe of the borders a ribband of blue.

“And it shall be unto you for a fringe, that ye may look upon it and

remember all the commandments of the Lord, and do them, and that ye

seek not after your own heart and your own eyes.

“That ye may remember and do all my commandments and be holy unto your

God.

“I am the Lord your God which brought you out of the land of Egypt, to

be your God: I am the Lord your God.”

My thoughts wandered while Theobald was reading the above, and reverted

to a little matter which I had observed in the course of the afternoon.

It happened that some years previously, a swarm of bees had taken up

their abode in the roof of the house under the slates, and had

multiplied so that the drawing-room was a good deal frequented by these

bees during the summer, when the windows were open. The drawing-room

paper was of a pattern which consisted of bunches of red and white

roses, and I saw several bees at different times fly up to these

bunches and try them, under the impression that they were real flowers;

having tried one bunch, they tried the next, and the next, and the

next, till they reached the one that was nearest the ceiling, then they

went down bunch by bunch as they had ascended, till they were stopped

by the back of the sofa; on this they ascended bunch by bunch to the

ceiling again; and so on, and so on till I was tired of watching them.

As I thought of the family prayers being repeated night and morning,

week by week, month by month, and year by year, I could nor help

thinking how like it was to the way in which the bees went up the wall

and down the wall, bunch by bunch, without ever suspecting that so many

of the associated ideas could be present, and yet the main idea be

wanting hopelessly, and for ever.

When Theobald had finished reading we all knelt down and the Carlo

Dolci and the Sassoferrato looked down upon a sea of upturned backs, as

we buried our faces in our chairs. I noted that Theobald prayed that we

might be made “truly honest and conscientious” in all our dealings, and

smiled at the introduction of the “truly.” Then my thoughts ran back to

the bees and I reflected that after all it was perhaps as well at any

rate for Theobald that our prayers were seldom marked by any very

encouraging degree of response, for if I had thought there was the

slightest chance of my being heard I should have prayed that some one

might ere long treat him as he had treated Ernest.

Then my thoughts wandered on to those calculations which people make

about waste of time and how much one can get done if one gives ten

minutes a day to it, and I was thinking what improper suggestion I

could make in connection with this and the time spent on family prayers

which should at the same time be just tolerable, when I heard Theobald

beginning “The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ” and in a few seconds the

ceremony was over, and the servants filed out again as they had filed

in.

As soon as they had left the drawing-room, Christina, who was a little

ashamed of the transaction to which I had been a witness, imprudently

returned to it, and began to justify it, saying that it cut her to the

heart, and that it cut Theobald to the heart and a good deal more, but

that “it was the only thing to be done.”

I received this as coldly as I decently could, and by my silence during

the rest of the evening showed that I disapproved of what I had seen.

Next day I was to go back to London, but before I went I said I should

like to take some new-laid eggs back with me, so Theobald took me to

the house of a labourer in the village who lived a stone’s throw from

the Rectory as being likely to supply me with them. Ernest, for some

reason or other, was allowed to come too. I think the hens had begun to

sit, but at any rate eggs were scarce, and the cottager’s wife could

not find me more than seven or eight, which we proceeded to wrap up in

separate pieces of paper so that I might take them to town safely.

This operation was carried on upon the ground in front of the cottage

door, and while we were in the midst of it the cottager’s little boy, a

lad much about Ernest’s age, trod upon one of the eggs that was wrapped

up in paper and broke it.

“There now, Jack,” said his mother, “see what you’ve done, you’ve

broken a nice egg and cost me a penny—Here, Emma,” she added, calling

her daughter, “take the child away, there’s a dear.”

Emma came at once, and walked off with the youngster, taking him out of

harm’s way.

“Papa,” said Ernest, after we had left the house, “Why didn’t Mrs

Heaton whip Jack when he trod on the egg?”

I was spiteful enough to give Theobald a grim smile which said as

plainly as words could have done that I thought Ernest had hit him

rather hard.

Theobald coloured and looked angry. “I dare say,” he said quickly,

“that his mother will whip him now that we are gone.”

I was not going to have this and said I did not believe it, and so the

matter dropped, but Theobald did not forget it and my visits to

Battersby were henceforth less frequent.

On our return to the house we found the postman had arrived and had

brought a letter appointing Theobald to a rural deanery which had

lately fallen vacant by the death of one of the neighbouring clergy who

had held the office for many years. The bishop wrote to Theobald most

warmly, and assured him that he valued him as among the most

hard-working and devoted of his parochial clergy. Christina of course

was delighted, and gave me to understand that it was only an instalment

of the much higher dignities which were in store for Theobald when his

merits were more widely known.

I did not then foresee how closely my godson’s life and mine were in

after years to be bound up together; if I had, I should doubtless have

looked upon him with different eyes and noted much to which I paid no

attention at the time. As it was, I was glad to get away from him, for

I could do nothing for him, or chose to say that I could not, and the

sight of so much suffering was painful to me. A man should not only

have his own way as far as possible, but he should only consort with

things that are getting their own way so far that they are at any rate

comfortable. Unless for short times under exceptional circumstances, he

should not even see things that have been stunted or starved, much less

should he eat meat that has been vexed by having been over-driven or

underfed, or afflicted with any disease; nor should he touch vegetables

that have not been well grown. For all these things cross a man;

whatever a man comes in contact with in any way forms a cross with him

which will leave him better or worse, and the better things he is

crossed with the more likely he is to live long and happily. All things

must be crossed a little or they would cease to live—but holy things,

such for example as Giovanni Bellini’s saints, have been crossed with

nothing but what is good of its kind,